T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

"Wind Spirit, protect her." Orange Tea began to assist with practiced ease.

The four original entities and the jailer were respectively encased in an elemental shield and had their spirit disintegrated, encased in a mental magic barrier.

The whole group acted like monkeys, instantly bringing the fries to their peak.

This time, French Fries didn't dare use the [Bloodthirst] skill to harm himself; the negative effects of the Eye of the Abyss were too strong, so it was better to play it safe.

"Just stab it once to test its quality, there's no need to risk your life."

Suppressing the urge to "chop, chop, chop," the fries moved with lightning speed.

It feels like something's missing...

Ah, I remember now, this weapon doesn't have a customizable blessing effect; the four blessing effects are fixed.

No wonder it didn't feel like the thrill of high-speed driving, the feeling of walking on air!

The closer they got to the demon, the more the Eye of the Abyss trembled in Fries' hand, almost breaking free.

The demon awakened its own aura within the fragment, restoring it to its former vitality.

At this moment, the Eye of the Abyss was no longer a cold weapon, but rather half a living thing.

The dragon Eleravia is amazing; she actually managed to perfectly seal the power of the demon fragments within the forged artifact.

Moreover, French Fries could sense the terrifying killing intent emanating from the Eye of the Abyss at this moment.

It wants to kill the original body.

The jet-black sword light, mixed with the red glow of the berserker's spell, cleaved through the deepest darkness before dawn with its black and red hues.

The pitch-black curtain, the pristine snow, and the blood-red light merged into one at this moment, blooming on the body of the deer-headed, snake-bodied demon.

Bones shattered, fireflies dimmed.

With this powerful blow, the skeleton turned into bone fragments and dust, which flew into the snow and the boundless darkness.

Without a single cry of pain, silence fell after the sword strike.

The wind and snow have stopped, the black fog that obscured the view has dissipated, and the bone-chilling cold has subsided.

All that remained were fragments of the demon scattered across the ground, still shrouded in black mist, a reminder that they had indeed defeated the terrifying demon.

That's it?

The demon is such a fragile being that it can be easily defeated with just a fragment of its original form?

The epic battle they had long anticipated, the fierce fighting that was likely to take place before their arrival, were all gone.

The thought that there were only two hours left before logging off, leaving insufficient time to fully experience the awe-inspiring battle against the demons, seemed like a joke.

Does Starfire even understand player needs? It started strong but ended weakly, didn't it?

The suffocating feeling that had been weighing on Dussel's heart instantly dissipated. He rushed forward and, using his magic, rummaged through the snowdrifts, gathering the scattered demonic fragments around himself, his eyes filled with joy and fervor.

With a slight smile, Düsseldorf smiled silently.

Although the process was a bit anticlimactic, it's good that the task was completed and there was a reward.

"Master Dussel, according to the agreement, shall we settle the matter regarding the special techniques of [Spatial Slash]?"

Both martial artists and mages can use it; it's very good.

Dussel smiled and took out scrolls from his pocket, but he paused suddenly and took out more from his backpack, drawing on parchment with patterns they couldn't understand, and spread them out in a circle around himself.

“Here you go. Also, could I borrow the Eye of the Abyss?” Dussel said. “I want to completely destroy the fragments of the demon.”

Upon hearing this, Fries handed over the sword.

Before he could even examine the Space Slash Scroll, the blade pierced his flesh, and the sound of friction echoed as it went into bone.

Everyone looked up in astonishment as Dussel used the Eye of the Abyss to stab himself in the abdomen, slicing it open in a manner similar to seppuku.

"Master!" Orange Tea immediately wanted to lend a helping hand, but the jailer quickly stopped her and pushed her back.

Jiang Heyi and Zhong Zemo reacted quickly, one drawing his sword and the other pulling out his anti-magic shield, placing themselves at the forefront of the group.

The temporary magic circle formed by the scrolls surged with magical power, and the invisible spatial force released turbulent currents that tore the earth apart and stirred up the snow.

The sound of scraping against a hard object was like the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves.

Not knowing what had happened, the boundary between reality and illusion was momentarily unclear.

"thanks, thanks."

"I never expected everything to go so smoothly!"

Dussel's lifeless eyes were particularly eerie, with the few remaining sclera visible being swallowed by a layer of black mist.

"Irela's masterpiece is far more powerful than I imagined."

"Use evil to crush evil—simple, effective, and easy to use!"

Dussel's white hair fluttered as he gradually floated up from the center of the magic circle.

The blood-stained long robe was torn, revealing well-defined muscles.

At over 70 years old, a mage can maintain such a powerful physique; the title of ninth-rank empire is well-deserved.

At that moment, the Eye of the Abyss was embedded in his chest and abdomen, piercing through his body.

Dussel seemed oblivious to the pain, letting the blood, along with the dissipating spatial magic, gather above his head, forming a swamp that slowly rotated.

“You’re not here to destroy evil spirits at all,” Fries suddenly realized.

“You’re right, but it seems a little too late to wake up now.” Dussel sneered. “Young people who are causing trouble in the capital, I thought you would be smarter. Since you dare to challenge the nobles, you should understand that blindly following authority is not advisable.”

“But you have always trusted me completely and granted all my requests. Even in the end, it was you who personally handed me this sword.”

“Clear, hazy foolishness.” Dussel shook his head. “But I still have to thank you… Without you, how would I have obtained the remnants of the demon?”

Jiang Heyi asked, puzzled, "What exactly do you want with the demon fragments?"

"Did you examine the knife and sense the power of the demon?" Dussel asked. "It is far less likely to decay than magic, and through it, one can more easily comprehend the mysteries of magic itself."

"Such exquisite weapons can be forged from just a few fragments of demonic energy... Why can't it be used to forge people?"

Chapter 208 This is how we players are.

"Demons are born from the tide of magic."

"The magical tide originates from the world consciousness itself."

"If one can regard evil as a medium to understand the world's consciousness and magic, one may be able to transcend the world itself and reach the state of 'I am the world'."

The dim blue light flashed and disappeared in an instant, as if the magic had been severed by an extremely sharp object, creating an imperceptible void.

A figure emerged slowly from the crack.

Orange Tea blinked in surprise.

"Two...Düsseldorfers?"

The demonic fragments seemed to be drawn by the Eye of the Abyss, slowly swirling and rotating around it.

Dussel's eyes grew increasingly dim as he floated in mid-air. As his hands fell to his sides, the magic that had been raging around him began to dissipate, and he slowly landed.

"Doll."

Dussel looked at Jiang Heyi with approval and couldn't help but applaud.

"It is a puppet."

He looked at the crowd with great interest: "That's why I said you're all too superstitious about authority. Just because I'm a well-known ninth-rank official in the Empire, you followed me here without any precautions, without even considering that the person traveling with you all this way isn't even human."

“Hearing of your audacity in causing such a ruckus in the capital, I was genuinely worried for a while,” Dussel shook his head. “You’re still too young.”

The Dussel doll was located in a space isolated by the scroll, and the demonic fragments surrounding it began to enter the doll's body through the abyss eye inserted into its abdomen.

He was clearly using the doll as a vessel.

The assimilation of the demonic fragments is not something that can be accomplished overnight, and Dussel has long been prepared for a protracted battle.

What intrigued Jiang Heyi was whether he knew about the existence of the dawn redwood.

At this moment, the actions he took were very similar to those of the Metasequoia tree that used its physical body to seal away the demon.

As a human, the dawn redwood coexisted with the demons, stopped aging, and its spiritual magic rapidly improved, reaching a level unimaginable to ordinary magicians.

This also indirectly proves that it is highly likely that combining with evil spirits is feasible.

French Fries asked, "Are you just pretending to be afraid of evil spirits?"

Dussel's smile vanished instantly, and he said solemnly, "No, I am genuinely terrified of it. If you had experienced what happened 50 years ago, I believe you would also shudder."

"Sixth-tier, seventh-tier, the empire's strongmen fought against it, exhausting all their strength to annihilate its physical body, only to discover that its consciousness was the foundation of its existence."

"Its shrieks, its attacks, every single one of them can bring back your deepest fears."

"Even my teacher, who was so strong, lost his composure and in a moment became a soulless, empty shell."

The jailer seized on the key point: "They were all so strong and they're all dead, yet you're alright. Let me guess, coward, deserter?"

“Hahahaha, you’re right.” Dussel laughed without any shame. “I survived, and that’s why I became a legend.”

“Some of them are more outstanding than me, some are exceptionally talented, but so what? Only by living long will all of this have meaning.”

“A dead genius is nothing.” Dussel raised his head slightly, looking down at the crowd. “Just like you.”

"When you entered my room with the fragments of the demon, I was amazed by your power."

"I've seen geniuses, but it's rare to see a bunch of geniuses appearing together."

“To be able to obtain credentials from demons, you are even better than I was back then, it’s enviable!” Dussel gritted his teeth.

Being praised in this way by a 9th-tier mage standing at the pinnacle of the empire, the people on the boundary between the virtual and the real were secretly delighted.

His words confirmed Jiang Heyi's guess.

Over the past 50 years, he has returned to the Great Snow Mountain alone and encountered the evil spirits again.

The demonic fragments forged into weapons were not remnants of the great war 50 years ago, but rather spoils of war that Dussel had painstakingly obtained after a fierce battle with the demons.

His fear of evil was most likely deepened during this battle.

The jailer clicked his tongue and said, "You don't have the courage to try the sword yourself, and you only dare to find someone to replace you. Aren't you ashamed?"

"Like I said, being alive is everything. Shameful? Who will know what happened today after you're dead?"

"Then what are you waiting for? Why don't you make a move?"

Dussel chuckled sinisterly: "Are you in such a hurry to die? No, no, I want to play a game with you."

"Don't play."

Zhong Zemo and the blanket spoke in unison.

Then, with perfect synchronization, he added another sentence.

"Stupid."

Dussel clearly wanted to make fun of them. Judging from the way he was so envious of everyone when he commented that they were far more intense than he was when he played the game, it wasn't hard to guess that he was already consumed by jealousy.

Who wants to provide you with entertainment? Go eat shit!

Düsseldorf definitely looked like he was in more pain than if he had eaten shit.

Enjoying the feeling of being in control and having victory in hand, these two people just wouldn't let him have his way.

"When did you have the right to choose?!"

Today marks the beginning of my journey toward transcendence. At this grand moment, wouldn't a solo performance be lonely and desolate?

With this thought in mind, Dussel hardened his resolve, his sharp magic like swords circling the boundary between reality and illusion.

Spatial magic was cast, and the space in all directions rippled like water.

"Don't even think about using the Starry Sky Jewels on your bodies. Although I don't understand where you got them, you have no chance of transferring them away in the face of my magic."

Dussel floated up slowly, looking down at the crowd.

“Pick up the [Space Slash] scroll.”

Everyone glanced at Jiang Heyi.

French fries whispered in his ear.